Sarpedon

The great pirate era. (Sanquin/Sarpedon)

I will! you too!

The great pirate era. (Sanquin/Sarpedon)

Octavius smiled as he watched Ceres give the man another look. Clearly she hadn't seen the man in action. That was understandable, considering the two hadn't even met properly yet. The song ended, and the woman said something about going to buy things. She disappeared out the door in a hurry, purpose blazing in her wake. The captain left her, and demanded another drink, thinking he would continue to enjoy the show. However the man demanded a break, despite the crowd, and wandered over to the bar, where he nimbly plucked the fresh tankard from his former captain's fingers, gesturing that the bartender should pour another for the man.

"Are you still alive then? Or back to haunt me?" the man asked with a chuckle, before taking a swig of his ale.

"I haven't decided yet." Captain Cuttlamn replied with a grin, "How've you been. Not well obviously." he waved at his old friend's appearance with a frown, and then eagerly accepted his new drink.

"Not well at all... After you got locked up, no one else seemed to think I was worth hiring. I got stranded here at some point, and I've been trying to keep things together with whatever I can make here and in town... It looks like the winds of fortune are shifting again, though brother. Who was that woman?" the man was grinning now, enjoying his beer and obviously enthusiastic about returning to piracy.

"That's Ceres... She can... Control the ocean, I guess... She's insane, and while technically she's the first mate, I think she's supposed to be in charge." the warlord didn't look pleased as he spoke about his latest friend.

"You take orders from a woman?" Luther raised an eyebrow and started to take a step back.

"I take orders from no one." Octavius growled back, snorting as the darker man started to chuckle.

"I knew that, skip, relax. Let's get out of here, eh? There are nicer places to see, and to stay, I'd imagine. We should find something to pillage before we leave, yeah?" At the very least, the crew would have one more competent member amongst them when it departed. The two finished their drinks, Octavius paid for them, and then Luther led the way out to a chorus of disappointed tavern-goers, many of whom prepared to depart when they realized the entertainment wasn't coming back...

((maybe they navigate their way into Ceres' way and she's all like "bitch" and then the navigator's all like "bitch, WHAT?!" and then... Yeah, no, no ideas XD))

The great pirate era. (Sanquin/Sarpedon)

I'm going away on vacation and probably won't be posting while I'm gone. will be back in two weeks :)

The great pirate era. (Sanquin/Sarpedon)

That's why the crew is robots. robots can be rebuilt. *shrugs*

The great pirate era. (Sanquin/Sarpedon)

but it would be dope!

The great pirate era. (Sanquin/Sarpedon)

((so why are they ripping around in a dinky sailboat when they could have an ironclad steamship with like robots and stuff? :P))

Octavius snorted when the bartender told the tale of the Marine officer in charge of the island. He'd never thought much of officers in general, considering that most of them were in charge purely because they'd had enough money and education to buy themselves a commission. A few of them were smart enough to enlist first, and learn how to actually do their job, and they turned out to be formidable opponents, but those were few and far between, so he figured he would be safe, since the chances of this particular man being of any quality were relatively low. That being said, he was probably in charge of a fair number of Marines, so even in a worst case scenario, sheer numbers would likely quash any attempts to stir up trouble. He supposed he might rally the pirates to his name and try to instigate a coup of some kind, but without a faster ship and a quality crew, he was hesitant to risk not being able to get away. While his old warmongering self urged him to "stick it to the man" in the most violent and spectacular fashion possible, he still owed Ceres a ship, which meant he had no guarantee of escape, fast or otherwise.

And then his attention was dragged bodily from his thoughts, back to his first mate, who demanded that he pay attention to whichever poor sap the innkeeper had suckered into providing entertainment for the evening. However when the water-wielding woman asked if they needed a musician, the pirate lord took a second look at the lute-totting lunatic on stage and grinned. The man broke into a solo as the captain stood up and snapped his fingers, getting the performer to look up. Recognition lit up behind his eyes like a gas fire and the tune of his song changed immediately. Octavius grinned as he recognized the first several bars to his old favourite shanty. This one was about his exploits when he was still the undisputed king of pirates.

"This one goes out to the legend drinking among us." the bard mentioned before he started in to singing, drawing attention to the fact that Captain Cuttlam was alive and well, and still committing all kinds of barbaric crimes. The man on stage singing away was dressed rather nondescriptly, a sad result of the time spent not on Octavius' crew. A problem the warlord was hoping to rectify in short order. For the moment, though, he leaned over to fill in his first mate. "That's Luther. He's supposed to be on the Simurgh, last I heard... I don't know if that's good or bad..." he offered. "And we no longer need a musician." he added with a smile. Cyrus would be glad to have his shipmate back, and Octavius was certainly excited to have some decent music available once more. Lucky for Ceres, Luther was also a relatively progressive thinker, a surprising trait for a mostly-reformed Slaver of the Blackblood Coast. His background was normally easy to identify considering his rounded features were so dark they almost looked purple, however his normally-revealing penchant for gold chains and armbands had been given up in the interest of continuing to eat and sleep in a real bed. Indeed, it seemed that even the falx he insisted on carrying was gone, though his favourite khukri was still strapped scout-style to the small of his back.

Octavius hated to see his old friend so poverty-stricken, and was determined to have the man weighed down with gold once more, wielding whatever kind of insanity-inspired blade he desired. Indeed, he'd have the man a lute made of solid gold if he could. For the moment, though, he was left to listen to how good he'd been at pirating, enjoying a musical tale of how he'd slaughtered a whole ship full of marines with a single flick of his daemonic wrist, the canine monster devouring its way across the entire deck before a shot could be fired. It hadn't actually happened that way, but he liked this version better, so he demanded more alcohol and focused on the performance, pushing his concerns aside for the moment...

The great pirate era. (Sanquin/Sarpedon)

me too! *hugs*

The great pirate era. (Sanquin/Sarpedon)

sorry about the mess, I've been having some issues lately...

The great pirate era. (Sanquin/Sarpedon)

Octavius wasted no time in hopping in the longboat to head to shore, and he was about to start casting himself off when people finally managed to make their way to the vessel, everyone who hadn't been picked for guard duty piling into the boat to get to shore. And lucky for everyone aboard aside from the captain, Ceres was kind enough to take them to shore with her power over the water around them, rather than making the lowest on the totem pole row them there. The trip was quick, and the group was soon disembarking and heading their separate ways. For most of them, though, "separate ways" meant everyone piled into the nearest tavern and tried not to scrap over seating. Captain Cuttlam brought up the rear, and noticed a thumb jabbed in his direction, his first mate already seated and speaking of him.

In a show of good faith, he unloaded his scattergun before taking his own seat at the bar, which seemed to relax the innkeeper. Once he had his drink, though, the pirate lord began quietly attempting to reload the weapon without anyone noticing, drinking with one hand and trying not to drop shotshells with the other. He thought he was being largely successful, but he supposed time and strange looks would tell. For the moment, he focused on finding his happy place, something that required at least four more pints. Sitting mostly quietly, the warlord wondered what he was going to do. He knew he had put such things off for the next day, but he couldn't afford to sit here and drink all day and not concern himself with the goings on around him. Mostly because he didn't have enough money to drink all day. With that in mind, he decided after his next four drinks, he was going to have to find something else to do to blow off steam and maybe sort his life out before his first mate took over and started up another one of those crazy pirate gangs consisting entirely of drugged up women crazier than a shark riding a horse...

Among the Ruined - Season 4

Oh neat. I gotta work all day, but I'll see what I can contribute later.